At the sight of Aini running, a rare softness appeared in Zhao Min's usually indifferent eyes.
Earlier, she had been astonished that a woman could be so unfamiliar with even the most ordinary clothing.
Such a thing rarely happened even among mortals. Li Yan turned his head and watched the scene with a smile, then suddenly spoke to Aguxi and Aisang.
"I have clothes for you two as well, but you can't change into them. This isn't a triumphant homecoming in fine silks. Victims seeking redress need to look the part!"
"Thank you, Senior, but we don't need them. We really don't!"
This time, before Aguxi could answer, Aisang spoke repeatedly. As he did, however, his eyes kept shining with an unusual light as he watched Aini standing before him with her head shyly lowered.
Li Yan and the others continued southwest.
Along the way, he and Zhao Min both released the aura of their Golden Core Realm cultivation. They were also no longer in the Yunlan Mountains, so there were far fewer vicious, desperate outlaws.
The demon beasts they encountered merely let out a roar or two to protest these people flying so brazenly over their territory, but none approached to make trouble.
When they occasionally encountered cultivators, the other parties sensed Li Yan and Zhao Min's auras and steered clear well in advance.
Two days later, at the rear of the Cloud-Piercing Willow, Aguxi, Aini, and Aisang were listening to Qianji boast wildly, while Zi Kun occasionally chimed in to back him up.
Amid the flying spittle, the three "country bumpkins" listened with stars in their eyes, sometimes even staring openmouthed.
After what had happened that day, someone as experienced as Aguxi naturally would not allow the senior's disciples to harbor any displeasure toward the three of them.